Aidan Sutherland's body shifted slightly, his eyes burning as he looked at the person in the passenger seat. Both were men; how could Dawn Sutherland not understand the heat in Aidan's eyes and his slight movements?
Dawn tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning pale white, veins bulging, his eyes as dark as an abyss.
As expected, his eyes watched Aidan slowly turn and gradually approach the person in the passenger seat, his gaze even more fervent. Dawn's fingers trembled violently.
President Forest in the back seat noticed that Dawn had started the car but hadn't moved. Curious, he asked, "Young Master Sutherland, are you waiting for someone?"
Pulled back to his senses and directing his gaze towards President Forest in the back seat, Dawn immediately gathered his emotions, offering an apologetic smile. "No, I was just thinking. President Forest, I've arranged the hotel. I'll take you there now."
"Thank you, Young Master Sutherland."
"You're welcome."
